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Topic: Sex In The Wild (Read 16198 times)

This will be fun..Mention the "STRANGEST" place or the most "RISKY" place where you've had intimacy with someone. Clubs or Steambaths not included. I'll begin; The most risky place I've had sex in was on the job during a 15 minute break. This room is usually packed with 12 persons but the risk of being caught and fired really got us going. It was excellent. I'm not going into details here but I can tell you through a personal email if you wish. The "strangest" place was in my university's English library. We were behind the great authors section and I guess all that wonderfull literature sort of got us hot! Ha,ha. I was reading a poem by Walt Whitman "Song of Myself" between the bookshelves, and the place got empty for about half an hour... and it happened. It was very out of the ordinary (I had a part time job there at the moment). I'll never forget those two moments of unexpected pleasure...

Tell us your experience, if you dare...

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Catman

Meow to the birdsMeow to the tree'sMeow to the endof this dreadful disease...

Here's mine: After months of online exchanges, I agreed to meet a friend for the first time. We agreed to meet at the apartment complex where another friend of mine lived since it was a central distance between us. There was a pool and hot tub at the complex. We met up with food to picnic a bit and then go swimming. There was no pre-planned intention of sex, but somewhere along the way things changed. During the conversation, he mentioned that he had never tried X or GHB. This was in my clubbing days and...whaddya know? I just happened to have a little of the swirl and one pill to split if he wanted. He did. We swam around in the warm water and had a grand old time. Of course, next thing ya know, there was a little underwater hiney-pokin' and weenie-touchin'. The substances really began to kick in and before either of us knew it, we were out of the pool and groping each other in the lounge chairs. Some minutes beyond that...there we were: fucking right outside on the grass nearby, he on his back & me holding his ankles in the air.

Then suddenly..."blah, blah, blah, bla, blah..." Huh?? I looked to my 10 o' clock and in the dusk of the evening, I could make out the figures of man, wife and dog on leash...probably only about 50 feet away on the other side of the pool area fence. It was still light enough to see them. It was still light enough for them to see us...if they just happened to turn their heads in our direction. We both froze in exposed silence. It took probably a good 45 seconds for them to walk by while we remained motionless and hushed, myself still inside him the whole time. In my mind, I began to scold myself: "You idiot! What the hell are you doing out here in the wide open?! What if they see you?! What if they call the law?! Hell, just the offense you might cause! The embarassment!" I thought those thoughts the whole time they were in view. I'm sure my friend did, too. Yet somehow we made it- they passed us without notice, and by then it was growing ever darker and we were less likely to be seen. The daring of it all caught me then, and it was incredibly hot.

I hadn't really thought about it before but I've had sex in some unconventional places:

a water toweran abandoned mineat work (not my current place of employment)college biology classroom

As far as risky I used to have sex outdoor a lot in my younger days. I got caught a couple of times but fortunately never arrested, although had a couple of close calls. It's ironic to me that when I was a wild buck I didn't contract HIV but when I finally settled down I did.

The loading dock of a state building next to the Govenor's mansion--but only halfway as we got caught! The dude tried to go all "Citzen's Arrest" Gomer Pyle on us but we just buckled up and walked away.

and what GSOgymrat said about contracting HIV once older and settled, ditto.

Well not 'in the wild,' but in a hospital in Westchester County. A doctor had invited me to come by when he was on call. Backtrack, it came from a physical exam fetish which he answered. So he brought me into the locker/rest area for the staff and from a physical exam we got physical. My, when I had the energy to travel by train to meet a stranger in a strange town. Win

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Winthrop Smith has published three collections of poetry: Ghetto: From The First Five; The Weigh-In: Collected Poems; Skin Check: New York Poems. The last was published in December 2006. He has a work-in-progress underway titled Starting Positions.

Riskiest Place: Southbound Amtrak Metroliner, Club Car, Philadelphia to Washington D.C., and NOT in the bathroom.

2nd Riskiest Place: The Mall, Washington DC, Pride March, Early 90s...broad daylight, inside a sunken, outdoor public garden close to the Old Smithsonian building (proper name of that building escapes me; DC locals will know it) during Rupal's infamous "You Better Work....." performance.

*along the shores of the beautiful Caribbean Sea at an Iberostar all-inclusive in Playa del Carmen, Mexico (along with all the heteros having sex all around us)*on the desk top of my man's office while he was at work (i know, i know...it sounds straight outta Falcon Video Pac #6 -- which incidentally is my favorite FVP)

Ooooh! Tents are great! Actually, one of my best memories wasn't even a true tent- just a big tarp thrown over a low tree branch and a blanket on the grass underneath. It was in a mountain field by a tiny creek in the hot, hot Georgia month of July. The scents of grass, water, clouds of various pollens, amyl, sweat and pheromone.

I"m quite ignorant when it comes to some things. I get teased about this one to no end, still to this day.

8 or 9 years ago, my front tire flew off my car-nowhere to be found. A cop came by, and offered to help me figure this all out. I had shorts and a tanktop on, a summer night.He called his partner to bring his jack out of that car, and he dropped it off. This guy spent 45 minutes talking with me as he alone changed my tire while I stood there. There were comments made by him, I realized later-that this could have gone alot further.

Let's see. Crowded bar - small kitchen with window out on the pool table area - I got a fiersome blow job from the jello shots boy - my bf was three sheets to the wind in the front room bar. do cars count? done it in those more than once.

Shit, DAD1216 I, too, did it with a cop once at the Idianapolis airport (actually, at a hotel/motel just a stone's throw from the entrance). We drove to a nearby Days Inn (or whatever it was) in his patrol car - right to my motel room door. What are the chances we flipped sirens with the same leo? He was totally HAWT.

Oh Gawd - this thread has brought back some great memories - and reminded me how much a HO I've been over the years.

Let's see...a little background on the whole experience. I used to live only a 1/4 mile from the high school I attended. I did the whole jock thing, played football, basketball, gymnastics (essential for self-sucking), and tennis. One of the guys in my neighborhood played football with me for the Maiden Blue Devils. I actually would brag to him about the whole self-suck thing and this would lead to "prove it" and "i don't believe it" converstions....and well...I was happy to show him to save face, of course. After talking trash about girls (yes, I did them in high school as a extra-curricular activity), we'd get down to the whole "prove it" stage of our conversation. I'd try to tell him how to do it, even pushed down on his shoulder for him...I swear to God this is the truth. Eventually, I say "I'll do it for you, if you return the favor".

Back to the original story I started to tell. It was summertime, and I was feeling real horny. I gave him a call and said, "Are your parents home?"...He knew what that meant and unfortunately, they were...mine too. I suggested we take a walk around the neighborhood and head up to the high school. We did and ended up sucking each other off in the back of the high school activity bus that was parked there for the summer. We ended up doing each other under the football stadium bleachers a few times that summer too.

Damn...it was hot. He ended up going to college at ASU in Boone, NC and I had already gone off to college the year before to Carolina. Funny thing, about fifteen years ago, I got a invitation to his wedding...pity, that was one fat, Polish cock.

I bid you adieu, gentlemen.

Brooks (currently in a 10 year relationship, but still a whore at heart!)

I agree with Thunter, I can see this thread going far.. I have not had many wild experiences and when I did, it was back in the day. I have been celebate for over a year now.

My fave sex in the wild was when I lived in Miami. There was this spot where everyone makes out at, I was there, and while everyone was in their cars getting their freak on, I was on top of the car getting mine, had on heels, mini skirt, and no panties....

The other time was when I lived in Harrisburg. I got with a co-worker and he drove up the Alleghany Mountains, we parked and he pulled out a blanket, it was romantic to me because of the moon. And another time with the same person, we were out riding (He has a Harley Gold Wing) and we pulled up to this picnic spot, I was going to take the helmet off when he asked me could he hit it doggy style with me wearing the helmet. Hell, I was game.

I was in the men's room at work when this guy started shaking his dick way to long next to me, we start touching each other but to many people was coming in and out, so I took him to one of the storage room in the Hotel that i work and it was heaven...

The next one was here in my Hotel also with a guest that it was asking for directions over the phone and then he ask me if i can come to his room to help him w/ the AC, my first reaction was why he doesent call Maintenance? any way i went to his room and he was watching porn and I finished giving him more directions

I just love "coming" here. All these experiences get my temperature rising. Maybe that's why I've been going back to xtube each night after logging off this web site! All these stories about sex with cops are a turn on. I still haven't fullfilled my fantasy about having sex with a cop. It's still in my wish list. A soldier will do fine, though. I guess it's those uniforms...

Gemini20 (Emma): That avatar went so well with your reply. That beautiful smile really made my day!

Amosboy: About your last sentence in your reply, DITTO!

Queen: You really were "mooning in Miami"! And I bet that helmet really protected you from bumping into trees!

Good to know this thread is creating a sense of "CUM-unity" spirit! Enjoy it. I am...meow.

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To Matt, I hope it didn't drip down between 2001 and 2003 when I was living beneath the bridge at the South Street Seaport. re: cops, there was the gay cop who showed up at my Chelsea door for a massage. I don't know how my sixth sense spelled COP since he was out of uniform... and later showed me his dog pics and, in the process, badge. As he undressed for the session, it was obvious because he mentioned that he had a gun. Picture me trying to figure out what was less likely to get me arrested for prostitution, dressed or undressed. And, while I did my normal session including his prostate which he seemed to enjoy, it was a day or so later that he was busting the guys for massage/sex. Win

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Winthrop Smith has published three collections of poetry: Ghetto: From The First Five; The Weigh-In: Collected Poems; Skin Check: New York Poems. The last was published in December 2006. He has a work-in-progress underway titled Starting Positions.

It has stayed a mystery for me since that time. I would argue that, as another dog owner (my dog was crated in sight) he couldn't see busting me for that reason or was getting a 'feel' for who was out there, which NYC cops do do, before the launch of the sting. But you can imagine the comments from those fellow bodyworkers and escorts once we determined who the cop was that he had not arrested me. And I did counter action: I organised us at the community center so that everyone heard from criminal attorneys how to work without the fear of being arrested, how to advertise, handle phone calls, etc.

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Winthrop Smith has published three collections of poetry: Ghetto: From The First Five; The Weigh-In: Collected Poems; Skin Check: New York Poems. The last was published in December 2006. He has a work-in-progress underway titled Starting Positions.

I was 23, and working as a night auditor at a hotel. There was a man who kept coming to the front desk, and he kept hitting on me. at around 3:30, after I finished my work, he showed up, and one thing led to another and before I knew it, I was getting plowed and enjoying some fuck-eyed monkey sex on my boss' desk. It was always difficult for me to look my boss in the eye after that day without almost laughing myself to death.

I was terrified, however, after we did it because the man with whom I had fuck-eyed, monkey-sex told me that he was only 16 years old. OMG! I was SOOOOOOOO paranoid after that. LOL

It was 1994, I was in a show called "Side by Side, by Sondheim" and one of my co-stars and I really hit it off! Well, we were hot for each other, and couldn't keep our hands to ourselves, so one evening...yes during the show, we had a half hour where we weren't on stage...so we headed up to the fly space (this is space directly overhead of the main stage...any who looks up could have seen us!).

We stripped down, buck ass naked, and he fucked me good! Thank God we were on a solid catwalk, otherwise it would made the lights swing and the curtains flutter...we had to keep quiet because the show was going on directly below us...when I shot, it flew over my shoulder and fell to the stage floor...missing the lead actress by meer millimeters...it would have hit her square on the head...that would have been funny...but any way, we lay there for a few minutes to catch our breath, got dressed and down to the stage in time for the two of us to walk on and sing! Both of us a bit sweaty and smelled of hot, raw, sex...man sex! HOT...

Back in my partying days, I wouldn't think twice about hanging out with the country boys, out in the more rural counties of NC (Hell, I actually preferred it). I went to a party at this girl's house who had a hot little boyfriend. We, of course, starting drinking and smoking pot. I kind of knew the boy was curious about me because he said to me one other night that he was a "free spirit". Still, I was a little nervous about the whole scene. After we (all) finished off a case of beer and crashed in the bed together (girlfriend was right right there...drunker than a skunk...totally passed out), I took his hand and put it on my hard cock. The next thing you know, I am out of the bed (a sleeper sofa next to the kitchen) going through the cabinets looking for some sort of slippery stuff.

Thank God for "Butter Flavored Crisco"...it really will "do you proud every time". I screwed him right there, beside his passed out girlfriend...praying see wouldn't wake up.